In addition, there were also some groups that stayed by large reservoirs or along major rivers.
This was because some water sources had not completely dried up.
Therefore, they could still grow some crops and barely survive.
Some of these people were kind-hearted and helped these survivors, but the massive influx of survivors completely overwhelmed these groups.
In the starving crowd, there was no morality or system; one day they would be grateful for the food you provided, and the next day they would come asking for more food.
If they didn't get food, they would instantly turn into enemies, leading to fierce conflicts.
The transformation between benefactor and enemy.
It was all over a single pack of bread.
If you couldn't continuously give him benefits, he became an enemy.
Once a habit was formed, if you stopped helping him, he turned into an enemy.
Such is the baseness of human nature.
This caused the already precarious bases to be overrun by the surging tide of survivor refugees, eventually leading to their downfall.
Among them, near Poyang Lake, there was a force with over 100 people, whose leader was a former soldier named Zhou Wu Lu.
After the apocalypse broke out, the army scattered.
He eventually brought a few of his brothers here, and through nearly a year of recuperation and development, their population steadily increased.
Their overall strength also grew significantly, and they even built some walls. However, these walls were not very high, only two or three meters, and could only slightly deter zombies.
One day, a wave of survivor refugees poured in from the north.
These survivor refugees were emaciated, withered, and exuded a foul odor.
Among them, he saw a mother and daughter in the crowd, pitiful and weak.
Driven by his former military beliefs and compassion, he gave them a little food, and then these survivor refugees left.
A day later, these survivor refugees who had left earlier returned, bringing even more survivors.
Looking at the dense crowd, his scalp tingled.
Judging by the flow of people, there must have been at least 1,500 people.
He was very shocked; after the apocalypse broke out, under the ravages of zombies, many humans were bitten and assimilated by zombies.
This was the first time he had seen so many people.
It was actually understandable, as the country's population base was here; although only one in ten survived, the population was still very large. These people were hiding in various corners. With each zombie horde, the number of people continuously decreased.
After the heavy rain, continuous high temperatures gave humanity a chance to breathe; at least there would be no zombie attacks.
So many humans came out, but what followed was a food crisis; in the high temperatures, food that could originally be stored for longer periods began to rot and attract worms, which invisibly increased the pressure to survive.
They were forced to come out and search for food.
More and more people came out, eventually forming streams of people.
There were no leaders, only survivors.
No hope, only despair.
...
...
Right now.
These people clearly hoped that Zhou Wu Lu and his group could help them.
They wanted food!
More and more people gathered under the wall, eyeing them covetously.
Zhou Wu Lu ordered his team to stand ready to resist the onslaught of these people.
This was their hope for survival.
Behind them, some vegetables and crops were planted, which would be ready for harvest in one or two months; these were all their hopes for continuing to live.
He did not want them to be destroyed by these surviving displaced people.
The crowd surged.
A group of people driven by hunger would not fear zombies; if there was a glimmer of hope to survive, they would go mad.
One person among them shouted loudly at Zhou Wu Lu: “Captain Zhou, we don't ask for much, we just want a bite to eat, we're really going to starve to death. Please save us.”
Others nearby also chimed in:
“Yes, please save us. We beg you. Good people.”
“Help us. My son hasn't eaten in three days, and he's almost starving to death now.”
“Open the gates, let us in.”
“Captain Zhou, let us in.”
One voice after another converged into a torrent.
The sound waves vibrated, buzzing.
Captain Zhou, hearing this from inside, his face turned ashen, extremely grim.
If he opened the gate, these refugee survivors would inevitably break through, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
10 seconds.
20 seconds.
One minute.
The crowd outside did not hear Captain Zhou's reply.
Their words began to lose their politeness.
“How can you be so selfish? How can you watch a 3-year-old child starve to death? You have no humanity!!!!”
“We really don't ask for much, just a bite of food, as long as we can survive.”
“That's right, you're going too far!”
“Occupying such a good location and unwilling to help others.”
“Hogging the latrine without defecating. Break in!”
“Break in!”
“Break in!”
“Break in!”
Finally, the three words “Break in” became a unified cry.
This sound was immense, the roar of over a thousand people.
It shook the heavens.
Zhou Wu Lu's heart was filled with regret at this moment; if he had known, he shouldn't have helped the first person who came, because after helping one person, there would be a second, a third, a fourth...
Endless.
His intestines were practically turning green with regret.
Thump!
A tremor came from the gate.
Immediately after, on the wall, dozens of people climbed directly over.
Seeing this, Zhou Wu Lu immediately shouted, “Counterattack!”
Inside the wall, over 100 people, armed with long spears, desperately resisted the people jumping down from the wall.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The sound of flesh being pierced by sharp spears continuously echoed.
However, the people outside the wall remained frenzied.
Like a human pyramid, they desperately rushed into the wall.
Zhou Wu Lu originally had a gun, but after so long since the outbreak, he had no bullets. At this moment, he also held a long saber and directly cut down a person who had just burst through the gate.
The wall was very long, and without the support of firepower, it was basically very difficult to resist these thousands of people.
Their numbers were ten times greater, and they were a hungry group of people.
This group of people was terrifying.
Before long, as more and more people jumped inside the wall, Zhou Wu Lu's side began to suffer casualties.
The gate broke open!
People poured in like a surging tide, frantically squeezing inside.
As soon as these people entered, they immediately ran indoors; they wanted to find food.
Some people saw the freshly harvested corn and immediately started eating it raw.
Some people even directly entered their houses, continuously searching for food.
On Zhou Wu Lu's side, some people tried to escape with food but were directly tackled by these displaced people.
Among the displaced people,
There was a man who charged at the very front; he was lucky not to be stabbed to death by a spear.
When he first entered the house, he found the food storage area, and many people had already followed him.
He kicked away the woman guarding the food, then grabbed a small bag of millet and ran outside.
The few people behind him saw what he was holding and rushed over to snatch it.
He was tackled but still clung tightly to the millet in his arms.
The people next to him punched and kicked him. They still couldn't snatch the food from his arms.
Finally, a large stone was heavily smashed onto his head.
His head slumped, and blood flowed freely.
He was dead.
He was unwilling; his daughter and son were waiting a kilometer away for him to bring food back.
Zhou Wu Lu's face was covered in blood at this moment.
He couldn't see any of his brothers by his side. Some of the others who had joined him earlier were also scattered by the crowd.
For a moment, these displaced people and his own people were all mixed together.
Indistinguishable.
